When my wife Carol and I began our relationship, it was a burning, flaming sexual mating. We had met at work. Carol and I were both systems programmers. Our offices were next to each other and from my first day on the job, we started flirting with each other. We were both already in committed relationships. Those relationships went out in flames.
Through the years, I have developed a fetish for the many sexual adventures we have had.
Our most exciting adventure was when we added a friend from work, John, to our marriage. Carol and I seduced John over a period of months. At John's house, Carol would sit Indian style, legs spread, on his couch, wearing only a T-shirt he lent her and a pair of sexy underpants. When we went out dancing, Carol would wear the black clinging dress with no underwear. She would rotate dancing with John and then with me. When she slow danced with John, she'd put her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder and press her tits and mound on him. On more than one night, John would come back to our table trying to hide his erection. One night after some drinking and smoking weed, we ended up in bed with John fucking Carol while I watched and masturbated. We ended up living a wild three way sex life. We lived together for over a year. We were separated by my promotion at work. Carol and I moved to Nashville while John remained in Maryland.
John visited a few times and we had non-stop sex while he was there.
Last week, I got a text from John saying he would be in Nashville for a few days on business. Carol and I talked endlessly about how we should enjoy his visit. We knew John had been married, but subsequently divorced. I relented to our fevered dreams and called John and said, if he wanted, he could stay at our house while in town. He said yes immediately and that he would arrive Friday and spend the weekend and the next few business days. That led to Carol and me having heated sex while remembering all the sexual adventures we had with John.
I remembered skinny dipping and then the three of us dancing naked in the sun; rushing home for sex at lunch time; the incredible feeling of both of our cocks in Carol at the same time; our adventures in GeorgeTown where we went to a movie and Carol sat between us and had a cock in each hand; dancing at a local nightclub, Carol naked under a clinging black jersey dress.
I would whisper to her while we were having sex some of our hot memories, "Do you want to fuck John? I want to watch you fuck. Can we both fuck you?"
We spent the next several days reminiscing about the wild times we had with John. and fucking like crazed perverts.
Carol dug out some of the clothes she wore during those years. A see through gauze halter top, daisy dukes short shorts, a micro mini dress and to top it off her black jersey clinging dress she wore out dancing with both of us.
The day John arrived at the airport, Carol and I met him. He gave Carol a passionate kiss and me a nuzzle and hug. We went to get his luggage. John looked great. He was still tall and thin. He looked like a successful businessman. I drove home and Carol asked if she could sit in the back with John. We were barely out of the garage when I could hear muffled kisses and moans from the back seat. I tilted the mirror so that I could watch them. Before we got to the highway, I saw John sucking on Carol's bare tits and she had her hands in his pants, stroking his cock. I had my usual feelings of jealousy and uncertainty but was overwhelmed with lust.
When I pulled into our driveway, I said, "Remember we have neighbors."
John and Carol got out of the car, hastily straightening out their clothes.
John got his luggage out of the trunk and Carol walked up to the front porch and opened the door. I told John to put his stuff in the master bedroom and bathroom. We all sat down in the living room and simply chatted and grinned from ear to ear at each other.
"Let's all relax while I make Bombay martinis for us all," I said. Carol said she had to change. John came up behind me while I made the drinks and hugged me while pressing his cock onto my ass. When we got back to the living room Carol was sitting on the couch smirking, wearing a T-shirt that had "It's not cheating if my husband watches" printed on it, and knees spread wide, underpants showing. It was a perfect recreation of our seduction of John.
John said, "I remember you sitting like that in my living room."
Carol reached behind her and pulled out a stuffed dachshund and started running it back and forth suggestively between her legs.
She said, "Do you remember this?"
I pulled Carol up and pressed her to me, feeling those magnificent tits. John came up behind her and pressed his body against her, his cock between her ass cheeks.
Carol moaned, "Ahhhh, yeahh, bedroom."
To be continued
